Where you going, what you doin?
They hatin' on you, keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more

Hundred bottles that's nothin'
I be out Greystone and I'm stuntin'
I be up standing on the couch bottle in my mouth
Pourin' champaigne and spitting champaigne out
Just cus I came out from that [...] shit
Made a couple mill off this rapping shit
Smoking papers ya'll smoking backwards
Hustle smart, while ya'll hustle backwards
Niggas gettin' lost in the game
Me, I'm all sorts of change
Niggas tryna cross in my lane
I'm thinking that it's awesome, fixing up a cone
Porsche getting washed in the rain
Rolex watches, diamonds in my chain, damn look at all them rings
Don't know what to call it, smoking like a rasta
Drink like an alcoholic, like I just came back from college
Take another shot I'm falling
KK cones up in my wallet
Came here and turned up, now your hoes wanna go with us
At the crib with my niggas
They ain't actin' like they your bitches no more

Where you going, what you doin?
They hatin' on you, keep it moving
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more
Keep that KK, and it's rolled up
Got that bombay, no we slowed up
Got money then I got me some more
Got money then I got me some more